Teacher Is Mistaken Ch. 08

She felt like a young schoolgirl, seeking permission from her father not to wear an irksome uniform. Instead, she was an adult, a teacher needing this young student's permission to dress decently for school.

As humiliating as the grovelling made her feel, she had to please Roger, while desperate for his help. She had tried to remove the chains, even if it meant being chastised by him. The vigorous struggling had been in vain, for they were locked in place at the collar, and between her legs.

After cooking breakfast she stood before him, waiting upon his answer. Surely he wouldn't send her to school like this?

Roger examined his beautiful teacher, wearing just a slave collar and chains. She was hot from being so vulnerable, and having to beg a mere student for freedom. He could have her right there, on the floor at his feet, ready to suck his cock. She had sunk so low, that she would take him between those luscious lips, at just a word of command.

She had gone from thinking of him as a domineering student, to playing at being his slave girl, pandering to his dominating role as master. She submitted to any indignity he cared to put her through, as he had brought to the fore her submissive personality. She was now addicted to humiliation, becoming excited just from the prospect of another shameful situation.

To keep her in place he thought up ever more embarrassing situations and humiliating punishments, which were working out well.

"Over my knee slave girl," he ordered. There was no need to be fierce or particularly heavy, as she had learnt to automatically obey him.

"Yes, master," Hollie murmured. It was important to keep her master happy, or he might not remove the chains. The fear of that was exciting, but she dare not think about arriving in school wearing them, or she would become too aroused.

"This butt plug needs replacing," Roger told his slave.

"Thank you, master," Hollie intoned.

She bit her lip, while trying to suppress the moans of pleasure, as he massaged her bottom with grease. The butt plug popped out easily. She wondered how it worked, for it had been impossible to remove when she tried it. After the first abortive attempt she gave in to his order to leave it in.

She sighed heavily, acknowledging this compliance as further proof of how much under his control she was. It was comforting to know she didn't have to decide anything any more, as her master looked after her. Like now, it could be so pleasurable giving in to him!

The touch of his fingers circling her asshole, teasing it, was wonderful. With his other hand fingers were teasing her pussy and stroking her thighs. He was playing with her lips, just missing her bud, occasionally pressing it delicately. If it was the weekend, she would wish for this to continue all day. This morning they had to get to school.

"Oh!" she yelped, as the butt plug was eased into her bottom. The butt plug often felt larger, though it would do, as her sphincter had tightened around his finger. She relaxed again, as those magical fingers continued to tease so delightfully.

She felt a hand stroking her thighs, while fingers teased her pussy. This was such a wonderful way to relieve the stresses of teaching, the technique should be taught in school. Hollie imagined giving directions to the guys in her class. Up a bit, that's it, not so rough, maintain the pressure just there. There was no need to guide her master, for he was guided by the soft moans of pleasure.

"Did it hurt, slave girl?" he sympathetically asked.

"Only a little, master," she replied.

"It's a bit bigger than the last one, so be careful for a little while. You'll soon get used to it, as you did with the others," he told her. "Come on, you'll lie there all day if I let you. Get dressed, the choice is yours today. Just a treat, so don't get use to it," he said.

"But master, please, the chains!" she moaned in dismay. The casual remark about the butt plug was soon forgotten, as she realised he wasn't going to remove the chains.

"You'll just have to wear something to hide them, and be careful in class," he warned her.

"Oh! Please master! Your little slave girl might get found out. She'll be helpless without her master. A slave girl in chains, in class, it will be so dangerous master. Anyone could take slave girl over and make her theirs, while she is in chains. Please remove them master," Hollie beseeched him, while on her knees.

Roger very nearly gave in to her. She was acting so humble and pathetic, really going for the slave girl act. The way she had given in to this submissive side so completely, was surprising. He guessed the fear and thrill of discovery, would keep her hot all day.

It was unlikely anyone would find out about the slave chains, though he wondered how she would react if they did. What would happen if someone took hold of her collar? Would she slip into the submissive role with a stranger? Would she become so submissive they could lead her away, for her to become their unwilling, yet obedient slave girl?

It was almost worth setting up to see what happened.

"Over my knee slave girl," he ordered sternly. Hearing her whimpers of apology was satisfying. It left him feeling strong and powerful. He could no longer think of the woman as an authority figure, as a teacher, or even an adult. How could he when she so willingly submitted to him as her master.

He slapped her bottom hard. He heard her suppressing the yelps of pain. "You are a naughty little slave girl. What are you?" he asked.

"I'm a naughty little slave girl, master," Hollie answered with sincerity. "Ouch!" she blurted out when he slapped her again.

"You can yell if you like, but you're master is going to sting your bottom so you remember to behave and obey. Understood?" he demanded.

"Yes master, sorry master," Hollie answered with a humble little voice. She tried to hold back, but couldn't help yelping as her master spanked her bottom.

Several strokes later she stood before her master looking sorry for herself. "Yes, master, thank you for spanking your errant slave girl, master. Your slave girl will obey you master, honest," she faithfully promised.

Her cheeks stung as a reminder that she must fulfil the promise and obey him. She ran to the bedroom to get dressed. Pulling panties on, a hand wanted to stray between her legs. She was so wet it was imperative the itch was scratched. Knowing her master was waiting she held off from touching her sex.

There was only one option and that was the business suit, which would hide the chains. It had been worn to make her look older, more mature and suitable as a responsible teacher. Yet here she was wearing slave chains, subjecting herself to a young guy's whims.

There was no time to think about how or why this had happened, besides that, she dare not dwell upon the sordid state she had sunk into. Without a glance in the mirror she ran, as an eager to please slave girl, back to her master.

As usual they stopped just inside the door before leaving.

"Open your legs, a bit more," he said, while reaching up the skirt, pushing his hand into her panties.

Hollie felt his hand rubbing her crotch, exploring everything, to check she had shaved smoothly enough. Having become used to this routine, it was no longer humiliating for a student to be delving into her panties. He already knew she was smooth down there, for he had fitted the butt plug, so this was just another way to assert his authority over her.

Pulling herself together before a mirror a quizzical look distorted her features, crooking her eyebrows. She sharply tugged at the skirt again.

"Your master had it shortened," Roger smiled. He knew she would have to choose the suit, as it was the only thing that would cover the chains. Now the hem was well above her knee. It was a little short for a teacher, though not flagrantly outside acceptable standards.

"Oh!" Hollie muttered, not knowing what to say. She was already anxious over the chains, and this added to her fears. She would be a bag of nerves all day.

***

On the drive to school Hollie had plenty to think about. She drove slowly, agonising over the prospect ahead, of sitting in class wearing a slave collar and chains! Looking in the mirror, yet again, to check the collar wasn't too obvious, she pulled at the blouse, trying to hide it completely.

It was a silver band with two chains running from a loop in the front. Apart from the small lock, fixing the chain in place, it looked like a fashionable piece of jewellery. The chains might look as though a pendant hung from the collar, though it was better to try and hide it. At least it didn't have a slave name tag on it.

In the bathroom earlier, she had tried to remove it without success. One end fitted into the other, sealing it tight. Without giving it much thought she concentrated on the chains. A tiny lock between her lips held the piercing loops together, and locked the chain to them.

At the lights she fidgeted and was reminded of the butt plug. It was only this morning her master told her he had been fitting larger butt plugs into her bottom. She hadn't realised what he had been up to. This had been forgotten on realising the chains weren't coming off. Sitting there dwelling upon the butt plug, she suddenly realised what it meant.

"Oh! My god!" she exhaled loudly. She was a mature woman, though she had to admit not so worldly wise after all, as this was so very dim-witted. She had let one of her students enlarge her asshole, over the last couple of weeks, with only one possible explanation.

A car horn sounded and she saw the light had tuned to green. Trying to calm herself she slowly pulled away, with the impatient driver following closely.